[He notices the looks. He knows what they mean. Hell, he's probably given a few in his day. But any proof of his being different is tucked under his clothes in a map of nasty scars from his time down in Hell.
But Butcher is Butcher in the end and you don't have to twist his arm to throw back a good whiskey. Or a piss poor one.]
Oh, I'll keep meself entertained with this, love. Then we'll see about working off whatever excess energy you got.
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[He notices the looks. He knows what they mean. Hell, he's probably given a few in his day. But any proof of his being different is tucked under his clothes in a map of nasty scars from his time down in Hell.
But Butcher is Butcher in the end and you don't have to twist his arm to throw back a good whiskey. Or a piss poor one.]
Oh, I'll keep meself entertained with this, love. Then we'll see about working off whatever excess energy you got.